I stepped inside and shut the door behind me, locking it. Then I slowly walked over to his bed and dropped the towel from around my body and lay down.... I pulled his pillow under my head and closed my eyes, bending my knees upward and out. And for the next half hour, I masturbated thinking of my new lover.For the remainder of the day, I fought a losing battle. Every now and then, my mind would run out of control with thoughts of him, and I'd hurry to his room to relieve myself, quickly shedding. He came home from college about the same time I got discharged from the army and we picked up right where we had left off. He was the best man at my wedding and I was the best man at his. We golfed together, bowled together, and played poker every other Friday. We were as close as two guys can be and suddenly I wanted to kill him, not because of anything he had done, but because he was the messenger who brought the bad tidings.It was a Thursday night and Don and I were having a few beers. I relaxed and sank back into the goo I was sitting in and looked at myself in the mirror, legs up, pussy spread.Slowly I lifted myself out of the bed and stood up. My ass had marks like someone had been holding onto it for dear life. (Well, one side did, anyway, the other hand had been busy.) My face and chest were as red as a stoplight. The wet spot was considerably larger, my juice had mixed with theirs. Theirs. Suddenly I had guilt-- Patricia had been so nice to me and there I was thinking. He said it couldn’t hurt to just look so we went in. The two sales ladies were our age, 30’s. Both looked a lot like me actually, a little pudgy, and ladies I’d never expect to be in there. I started looking thru the Nylons when one, Nancy came over and asked what I was in the market for and I proceeded to tell her I didn’t think I’d find anything. She proceeded to tell me they had plenty for girls like us. She said they had almost every style of nylons our size and ever a few sexy party.